This is something i wrote when my granny passed. She was the best grandma ever.
In memory of Linda Gale Yates
1/15/09
R.I.P.

"No, girls cannot play!" he insisted, adamant on this decision. "They can't play as well, so she might as well not play at all. Go comb your dolly's hair or something!"
A foot stomp followed the short speech, the black haired boy was scowling something fierce. "All girls are good at is makeup...

Only two months ago my grandma died. After smoking for over 60 years she died of a heart attack. Doctors say she could've survived if it weren't for her brain& lung cancer.

It an acrostic poem I wrote while i was missing my grandma. She meant the world to me but when I came back o brooklyn she died a moth or two after. Now it's been 7 to 8 years she's been dead and I really miss her. I love her more than my mom. lol

My grandma from Arizona died a few months ago and I wrote a poem about it.

This poem is about the pain I have with losing my grandma, but now I and starting to loose my grandpa (he has cancer and it keeps coming up, so he will only have a couple weeks to...to...live :*( I will always miss him), and I don't want to see him go. So I wrote this to help me understand (even...